Izuku ran a hand through his hair as the silence in his room stretched. The girl before him said nothing. Of course not. She couldn't speak. But he knew she could communicate in other forms except sign language. She puts thoughts into his head or something. There is no voice. There was never a voice, just thoughts and hints that help him understand what she was trying to tell him, but now she did none of those things. She only stared at him as if he was some new discovery. He didn't know how to go about her. She was odd. She was totally different and he had no idea how to handle such a thing.

She tilted her head as if she had heard that thought. He stared at her in return. Did she hear his thoughts? Could she read his mind? He blinked at the thought. That is a total invasion of privacy. He suddenly felt a tad bit exposed and tried to reel in his thoughts. He could hardly show emotions to the rest of his school and his mother now. With Kuriko in front of him he couldn't. It was as if he was slowly reverting back to his old self. He shook his head and gripped his fists. Never. He wouldn't go back to being the useless Deku.

What now?

He looked at her. That was not his thought. It interrupted his own. That was her. She was asking him that question. As he looked at her he realized that she wasn't asking for herself. She could care less. Apparently the question was more for himself than anything else. He didn't really know what now. He just decided to attend UA like he had initially planned. Why? Because All Might and Katsuki would be there. He then thought about what had appears in his head when she was noticed. Revenge. Was he doing this for revenge? Did he really want to get them back? How would All Might react to seeing him? Everyone knew of what he had attempted. It was even on the local news. Why? He didn't know. Why did they see the need to let everyone know that? Didn't they have better things to talk about? Would All Might feel guilty?

He stared down at his hands. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. He wanted a quirk. Now he has it. He wanted to go to UA. Now he can. He wanted to change. He did. So why does he feel the way he felt? Why does the emptiness remain? What was missing? Did he do something wrong?

UA.

The thought was in his head and he looked to the girl again. She seemed slightly irritated at the name. There was a second of emotions in her eyes but it was gone just like that.

"I-i still want to go to UA"

Hero?

Does he still want to be a hero? Does he? He wasn't very enthusiastic about it anymore. He was confused. He had lost an important part of himself and now he knew not who he was. His dream of being a hero was the one thing that defined him. That was his reason for everything. It was a part of him. That dream was crushed. A part of him was gone. Now he was so confused.

"Do you want to be a hero? "He asked her. His voice was shaky. He had to think about so many things now. What would he do? Why would he do it? Would he really want it? What was the point of it?

Kuriko shook her head no. She looked conflicted. It's the first time he has seen her show any emotion for more than a second. The look she gave him made him grasp what she was telling him easy enough. She didn't want to be a hero, but she was going to UA.

"Why? "

She ate her ice cream in thought.

To make her mother happy.

Izuku blinked at the thought. He looked at her differently. She wanted her mother to be happy. He didn't know why that shocked him. This girl had hardly displayed any emotions and she had an odd air to her, but she was still a girl. A girl the same age as him. She had a mother. She had a family. She didn't like the thought of being a hero, but she would be going to the school that trains them, just so her mother could be happy.

It made him think of his mother. She had been so sad lately. It was his fault. She was thinking about him. Worrying about him. She would always ask if he was alright. He would answer, but it was never the truth. His mother knew that. He knew she new. She would cry. He would hear her cry. He made her cry. The one person that was always there. The one that loved him. She had apologized to him. She had apologized for not believing in his dream. She apologized. She found it to be her fault. If she had believed he would have had one person supporting his dream. Maybe then he would not try to end himself. He had caused her so much pain. When was the last time he saw her happy smile?

Maybe she would be happy if he followed his broken dream? He didn't know.

"Why did you give me a quirk? "

"Power? "He questioned when the word entered his mind. She nodded.

Power. Those with a strong quirk have power. Power does not come without a quirk. Not in this cruel world. Those lacking a quirk are nothing. The with weaker quirk suffer almost as much. If he craved power he would need a powerful quirk. So she gave it to him.

"That's what our world has come to" He sighed. "What exactly is your quirk? I thought it had to do with darkness, but now I'm not so sure"

She sucked on her spoon full of ice cream as the question was asked. She had one of her own.

"What defines a villain? "He looked confused at the question for some time. Why would she ask him that? A villain. "Their actions, what else?"

A small smile tugged at her lips at the answer. Their actions. He's the first person she's met that answered the question correctly. She would always ask others the question. They would never know that she had asked it. They would always say the same thing. Why do people categorize people by their quirks? Cant they see that it is one's actions and choices that truly define them. Quirks dont really matter and yet it does. Confusing, no? People don't think someone born quirkless can defeat someone with a strong quirk. Why must they do such things? A quirkless person has a chance no matter what others say. She believed that, so why give Izuku a quirk?

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Multiple reasons that she kept to herself.

Izuku noted that Kuriko did not plan on explaining the nature of her quirk after a minute long silence. He wanted to ask something else, but was interrupted by the call of his mother. He looked away for one second and Kuriko was gone.

He sighed.

~~~~~~~

Kuriko appeared in the living room of her house, paying no mind to her grandparents and the odd mouse like creature present. She walked right past them, a wave being the only sign she had noticed them. She had one foot on the first step when her name was called. She froze, foot on the step. She glanced over her shoulder, meeting the golden eyes of her grandmother. The woman motioned for her to approach.

She did as silently told. She came to sit on the floor in front of her grandparents. She ate her ice cream while eyeing the odd creature in front of her.

"Ah, so you're Kuriko" it spoke calmy and sipped his tea. She didn't make any move to acknowledge his statement. "I am Nezu the headmaster of UA"

Dark tendrils climbed up her body at a rapid speed at the name. The darkness had almost taken over her body completely when a hand was placed on her head. The darkness froze and so did she. She mouthed something and the darkness retreated as fast as they came. She pushed a spoon full of ice cream into her mouth and looked away from the principal.

"Interesting" he quirked an eyebrow. "May I ask what she planned on doing? "

"She wishes to leave" a elegant feminine voice said above her. Golden eyes were directed at her as the silver haired woman took her in. "She tends to do that when she does not want to deal with certain situations "

"Ah, so you do not wish to speak of my school? "Nezu asked the girl. She still didn't look at him. She tugged on her gloves. "Why is that? "

Why is that? What a stupid question. She didn't want to be a hero. She didn't want to be associated with the name or those who carry the name. She didn't want to be baring the name of false hope. Of lies and promises that can not be kept. She didn't want anything to do with it, but she would still attend the school. She already decided that. She did not wish to meet the head master or any teacher of that school. She mouthed a word that was noticed by the adults.

"Such a terrible thing to say" a male said. She didn't even look at her grandfather even as she felt those red eyes on her. "You should not use such vulgar words"

Kuriko scoffed at the statement. She's free to say what she wanted to. No one would hear so why care so much about it?

"Interesting, so you use some form of telepathy to communicate when your sign language fails you" Nezu said as he processed the hints and words that invaded his thoughts. It wasn't like the most common form of telepathy. There was no voice only thoughts. Words and hints as to what she was trying to say. Interesting.

Kuriko stood but was gently pushed back down to the floor. Again she mouthed a rather bad word, which earned her a scolding look from her grandfather.

"Let him talk to you"

She did nothing. She only ate her ice cream trying to regain her good mood.

"I would like to have you attend my school. I know your mother already talked about it" Nezu started " and while it appears that you will go along with it just to make your mother happy, we cannot risk you changing your mind and purposely failing the tests"

Kuriko's gaze hardened when she realized where things were going.

"So, from today onward you are already a member of my school. You do not need to take the tests in any way. All you have to do is attend the classes"

She bit down on her spoon, denting it as she registered what he had said.

"You will be placed in class 1A of the hero course"

That is when she aimed a glare at the unaffected mouse. Of all the courses. She planned on entering any but that one. She shook her head at the statement. She wanted to deny it. She would not be placed in the hero course. Give her general studies. She would be better there. She would be fulfilling her mother's wish of her attending the school while not training to he the one thing she refused to be associated with.

"I am sorry, but everything has already been taken care of"

Sorry? He was not sorry. She could read the smile on the sadistic creature's face. He was not sorry at all.

She did not like this creature..

"She is not happy " her grandfather noted as the girl stood and walked away. "Not happy at all"

"Not very surprising, is it Haruko? " the man's wife said as her gold eyes followed Kuriko's retreating figure.

"No. No it's not, Nagisa" Haruko sighed and returned his attention to Nezu. "I apologize for her behavior "

"No need" Nezu enjoyed his tea. "Through observation I have determined that the child has two paths to take and if a careful eye is not kept she will choose the wrong one"

Husband and wife sighed at the statement.

"She despises heroes" he started. "And after discovering her past it is very understandable why. The child makes a very good point when it comes to the nature of the world as well as her thoughts on heroes"

"She does, huh? "

"This world we live in focuses more on the quirk one possess than the person themselves. They proceed to judge based on what quirk one develops. Villainous quirks. Hero quirks. There is no such thing. A quirk does not define a person. It is their actions and choices that truly decide their place" he explained calmly . "There is also no such thing as a hero and no such thing as a villain. No one truly believes that they are doing something wrong. In the eyes of those we've dubbed as villains they are only doing what they deem is right. They don't see themselves the same as everyone else. "

"To be expected of Nezu"

The mutant smiled. "Kuriko understands this, but her way of going about it is not very... Healthy if I may say. Healthy may not even be the word for it" he seemed to mull things over. "Either way, I will be more than happy to have her in my school and help her walk the right path "

~~~~~~~

Kuriko sat in her windowsill gazing out at the world. It was getting dark. She wondered where Nozomi went. She sighed and dropped her empty ice cream tub in the little trashcan she had in her room. She pulled on one of her hoodies and stepped out of her room. She again paid no mind to the three in her living room and made to leave the house, but she hit an invisible wall. She stared ahead of her as if trying to see the wall before turning around to meet her grandmother's eyes.

"It's getting late, it's best you stay home" she said softly.

Kuriko eyed the woman. Nozomi took after her. She had her hair. Her skin. Her smile. Her comforting scent and voice along with her figure. It was easy enough for Kuriko to adapt to the woman and she tends to listen to her more than her husband. At the moment she would not listen though. She turned away, from her and tried to leave again. She sill met the wall. She again stared for a moment before deciding it was best to travel in the darkness.

Nagisa frowned when Kuriko disappeared. She knew she would most likely not be capable of stopping her, but she tried anyway. The child is known for listening to her.

"Troublesome"

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Kuriko just wanted to be out of the house. She manifested just outside the mansion and proceeded to casually walk the streets. Apparently her future had already been decided. She was placed in class 1A. Hero course. She scoffed. She would go along with it. She had nothing else to do. Although she could always become a "villain". Even that sounded pointless to her. Villain would just make everything worse. Hero would end up making things worse as well. At least Nozomi would be happy. That matters.

She sighed and drifted with the darkness again.

Could she not just live in her darkness forever. No one would bother her. Nothing would matter. No worries. Time would be irrelivent.

She couldn't and that was disappointing.